The Baby Raising A Devil

After the conversation with the Duke, John left the door. The noon hall is quiet. It seemed to be a little noisy in the dark sea shadows.

If it wasn't just that chewy, stalking footsteps.

As John turned his back, Leblane held his cheeky toes and hardened as he walked.

"What the hell."

So... that's... "

John saw LeBlaine, who was hardened and rolled his eyes.

"I can hear the head rolling all the way here."

"It's not like that!"

"Or."

"…… it's true."

LeBlaine's shoulders sagged.

"I never meant to bother you. I was just wondering, if Johann is okay..... so if you're really okay, I can't get a little of what you have....."

The voice almost crawls in.

'What's the point?'

If he wants anything, his father will get it. There were also Henri and Ishaq, who seemed to be living half out of their minds lately. You don't have to come to yourself to get things.

While he was clearing his mind, LeBlaine was looking at his eyesight.

At this point, I wonder purely.

What the hell you want.

"What is it?"

"Nails or hair."

"…… what?"

* * *

I wanted to bite my tongue.

'Nails or hair....'

If anyone hears of it, I'll know you're cursing.

But I really need them. Because it was the mediator that would allow us to gain some of John's magic power.

Pymon, be strong and conceived! I wanted John's magic power.

I showed him my father, Henri and Ishak to comfort him. I hate purity more than John.

"Why my hair or nails. Do you really want to curse?"

"That's not it. Johann will be at the academy soon, right? Since you've been raided so many times, I was wondering if you'd like to make a band to make sure that doesn't happen this time."

I knew the excuses I had prepared in advance. I couldn't tell because my head was white while I was being followed.

"If you have nails and hair, you can make them!"

It's a legendary story, but it doesn't matter.

'I'm a child's body, so I can trust something like this.'

When John opened his eyes in a humble manner, he was about to say, "Moore!"

"What?!"

I heard Ishaq's voice behind my back.

He rushes up and grabs my hand and frowns at the impression he hid behind my back. Henri also followed.

"Why is Big Brother with the kid? Did you harass him again?"

"You're not interested in anyone else. Please don't keep your interest in the future."

When Henri and Ishaque spoke to me, John's eyebrows went up.

I panicked and pulled my two sleeves.

"No, I never bothered you. I came after Johann!"

"Kid, why are you here. Did you notice that?"

"You don't have to worry about that, LeBlaine."

I mean, I don't think so.

When I said, "No," John turned his back. Without a word of excuse, he was far from us.

I rolled my feet.

"It's not like that! I really just chased Johann!"

"…… really?"

Ishaq asked, and Henri was a rarely hardened face.

Henri grabbed my shoulder and stared at me.

"I told you. You're a dangerous man, so never be alone."

I stretched my eyebrows and looked at them. Henri "LeBlaine" on the face of a young complaint? "And he called me.

"John doesn't look like a bad man."

"Kid, you have no feelings at all!"

"Last year, when I went to the play with the maids, they all cried, and I didn't cry. So I'm a bad guy?"

Ishak panicked and said, "That's...!" I shouted.

"Little brother, you didn't have to see the paperwork from the accounting office today, did you? That's why you got time to look at the book."

"…… that's right."

"My youngest brother didn't have to train his knight opponents, did he? So he had a snack with me."

"Yes."

"That's all for Johann."

"……."

I want to go with a pointy expression. "I shook Henri and Ishaq's hand.

* * *

Upon returning to my room, I saw a hairy beauty eating wagoowagu confectionery on my bed..... No, I saw a handsome man.

I looked at him with my eyes blurred.

"My snacks……."

"It didn't taste good."

"But you didn't leave one?"

"It's free. You don't leave me here, you don't leave me."

Otherwise, it's because you read my thoughts. He who knows my insides is tricky to deal with.

But there is also a constraint on dropping it. Once he's with me, he can't fall more than a kilometer, and if I'm in bad shape, people recognize the devil.

'We have to send it back before we go to the Islands.'

I thought so and heard the envelope I kept under the bed. It was a letter from Seria.

[After the execution of Adolf, one of the 21 priests, the movement of the temple is not unusual. We are searching for and wandering around the sacred objects to restore the honor that fell to the ground. I can display Etwal like the symbols of the temple in the Chapel for days....]

'I've never exhibited Etwal in my last life.'

It seemed urgent enough to bring out even the mythical sacraments to hold the hearts of the disappointed congregation.

I checked the Etwal painting of the temple sent by Seria.

"Huh?"

Then I frowned because I was surprised.

"What is it....."

"What's going on?"

"The new thing is weird."

Pymon approached and confirmed the painting.

"Etwal?"

"You know what?"

"Of course."

I've mastered all sorts of disciplines and learned theology. I nodded and said,

"That's right. It's Etwal, a little different from what I know."

"How?"

"Etwale, where the temple was originally kept, had jewels embedded in every corner of the Siege of Manhood, but there was no one here."

I saw it clearly.

When Mina owned Etwal in the temple, there were jewels embedded in every corner.

I took out my Etwal, which I had hung around my neck, and showed it to Pymon.

'There are no jewels like mine.'

He sits across from me like Pymon is making a strange sound and twitches his chin.

"No wonder you don't have any precious stones because you don't have any rights."

"What does that mean?"

"Isn't Etwal a sacred place to hold the priesthood? For example, it's like a warehouse."

I opened my eyes in circles.

"Sovereignty? Making it magical or divine?"

"I'm talking about the real soul. Just like the Devil's. Don't you have Izzie?"

Pymon pointed to a small defect that was defeated in every corner of the hexagon.

"I'm putting my authority in here. So you can take it out whenever you need it."

I opened my eyes in a round manner.

There are a total of six grooves. So you can make six titles.

"If you're a soul, can a demon belong to someone?!"

"Of course. But a noble being like us cannot be kept without his consent."

"Is that so?"

"Above all, the user will not be able to keep us. You are exhausting this divine power to borrow our power once."

"So what does it usually say?"

"To subjugate the human soul. But human decentralization is not something the same man can do. Higher beings, such as demons, are forced to gain a decentralized soul."

I looked at Pymon as I frowned and tapped on the table.

"Is it something I can summon the Devil to complete Etwal?"

Pymon's purchases went up.

[Only after you are qualified can you answer my question, my dear.]

That's why Bune said I don't deserve to be without Etwal.

I squeezed my cheeky toes.

"I finished Mina Etwal. '

All of her great abilities were the power of the devil or of the kingdom.

And after completing Etwal, Mina became a strength that even the Pope could not easily do.

If I complete Etwal before Mina....

'I can be the strongest on this continent and make Dubled an independent nation at once.'

My chest trembles.

Pymon looked at me and coughed.

"That doesn't mean you shouldn't be targeting me."

"Yes!"

"……."

I know why Pymon got a little rusty, but I was just laughing at his head.

'Although Pymon's ability is coveted, it's a difficult personality.'

Only six chances. I definitely need to make a commitment that will help.

I immediately connected the Stone of Communication to Seria.

[Yes, baby.]

"Gather information about special gems and minerals within the Islands. As much as I can afford."

[Some would offer an unimaginable price for special jewels and minerals.]

"I don't care."

I was running the Merchant Corps to earn money to free Dublin Red anyway.

"And now you can make a lot of money."

To the long haul.

* * *

That night, I snuck into John's room.

John seems to have gone to the training ground, as he confirmed. The room was very quiet.

'Before you go to bed, pick up your hair.'

Then it wouldn't be as much as Pymon wanted, but there was no other way. I was going to collect the dust so hard that I could make a baby.

[I'm going back after this year.]

I'm 'noisy' because Pymons are so busy. 'I thought.

I carefully opened the bedroom door.

And I walked up to the bed...

"Ugh!"

I was curling something on the couch next to the bed.

Surprised by the sauce, I stiffened and stopped my mouth.

But it's weird.

It looks like a human silhouette. Why isn't it responding?

'Pymon, if anything happens to me, attack me immediately.'

Speaking carefully, I was surprised to be heading for the couch.

"John!"

It was John who was curled up with a white-faced face. The cord of blood from wrist to neck was thick.

It is so serious that John, curiously noticing the Pilgrimage, cannot say a word even after I come in.

"Wake up! What do you do, doctor, doctor!"

John holds his wrist in the car I was about to run out of.

"Shi..... it's embarrassing. This poison..... I can purify it in a week."

"But……!"

"I am Dubled's... firstborn. If my body hurts, who can think in vain..... do you want to be alone or two?"

That's it.

The fact that the Pharisees are not divided at the moment is because there is a successor, John.

'No way.....'

I looked closely at John's condition.

Since I have been educated in the temple for two lifetimes, I have seen sickness.

Bloom Dog. '

A poison frequently used by mercenaries.

"You were injured when the mercenaries raided the border, right? That's why Dubled came to rest in the castle on the pretext of being ignored."

"……."

"Have you been holding on?"

"Don't bother……."

"Idiot!"

I shouted.

Oh, my God, where is this idiot?

Everyone says they have no human beauty, they don't value anything, and even my brothers don't know their minds, and I was carrying a lot of burdens by myself.

I was so upset that John kept blurring in front of me.

John was looking at me very zigzagging like that.